Jail in Vienna, mental hospitals and way back home to Tipperary…

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Lotus Flower I am, so I told in mental hospital. There was very unpleasant moment when I was caught and tied to bed, it did hurt and feels sadistic, I should say. Fuck Prague. Do not remember in details, anyway…
Yes, later I move to Vienna and apply for Asylum there at police station. At first they tell me that it seems to be impossible, but then I gave them interview and they took me to jail. I required Raw Food there, by the way, and it worked out. One night in jail, I did write two songs, I guess — they were presented to Agitation Phi. What’s next? They transfer me here to Traiskirchen, where I get Raw Food as well, three times per day. Nice.
In that world ov multiverses where our Souls met each other, realities of me and my beloved Creatures clashed. I moved back to the mountain but was kicked off at first, so in my rush I stay awaken, meditate, write and record new thing as voice expression in another project which name I do not remember, exactly. I decide to have first and last during this incarnation heroine injection. Keine Lustig, I decide to present last works of my art to close people and move to Berlin to die and leave this world. As one Dragon who lives there told me that he is tired of this life and he has such intentions for one day. How naive I was, that friend tells me to fuck off and leaves my life. People in Heim seem to take Veronika’s side while they know almost nothing about me or my Process.
Fucked up, I cancel heroine plan. What was before? I met Ali in Graz, we spent wonderful time together while he did not know about my suicide plans. We did smoke and eat. Nothing turned my mind against that will to kill myself. Nothing. But I was hoping to get my last kisses from cute beings who inhabit Thee Mountain…
A couple of visits, things seem to be lovely. I know nothing about future, but that what I got actually was inspiration. Walking together through night streets of Graz, holding hands and kisses… how beautiful, how lovely. It gives me energy to live. I got some new clothes before winter time, some new impressions…
Sorry, I feel myself just losing time while living not Raw. So I need more resources to go on — dehydrator, probably, blender, spices… (: to stay during winter. I can not give up. Raw Food is natural escape from illnesses, aging, probably from Death and Birth also, who knows. Time will tell, they say. Please, respect this part of me, who tends to live Raw…
I did all the best in camp here. Asked for Östrogel, legal help, transfer, anything else — I did my best. Herbs and substances to reset the mind and rest, from all. Keeping connections with important for me people while losing that ones with those who are actually burden for me. Trying to become stronger day by day. Just becoming more fruity while taking breaks sometimes…
How did I play with Death?
There were signs to take a step back. There were number switching, trains turning their directions and invisible heroes who are responsible for such turns. Signs to go back, invitations to other lands, things what reminded me of some friends, some dreams and plans… but that freedom feeling inside when you know that you are about to leave this world soon, so a lot of things do not have any meaning anymore… you are free to make your best decisions from your heart. Oh, truly they say — keeping of thought of Death makes you to feel and be alive… to enjoy the present moment.
One friend from Croatia visited me here in camp. Blessings and thank you so much, for fruits and care in this world… thank you. I wish you dreamy paths and manifested realities…

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